Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 16

I so was going to have to steal that move. I couldn't even imagine how hot it would be to suck on Mom's breasts while eating her out. To kiss her on the mouth, nibble her fat ass cheeks and puffy nipples all while pounding her pussy raw with my thick monster cock.

In case there was any risk of me not being sufficiently impressed by Brianna yet, she then did something I'd absolutely never imagined.

She split herself in two.

Or rather, there were now two of her, each perfectly intact.

Brianna thus managed to pleasure me and my mother orally at the same time.

No. Fucking. Fair.

She easily could have zombified us both right then and there. She was not just good. She was amazing. But she apparently wanted to toy with us a bit more than that.

After swallowing a third load of my jizz, she climbed into my lap and rode me cowgirl. At the same time, the other her grew an average sized penis, gathered up Mom's thighs in her arms, tucking them under her armpits, and fucked my mother's wet pussy.

I was proud of how long I held out. But it wasn't all that long. It was just that, with the way my cousin was busting out every move she had, it was a wonder that I lasted more than a minute or two. For that matter, I guess I didn't know that she was busting out all her moves. I could only hope that it was.

The idea that this might be her holding back was terrifying.

Once she'd coaxed another orgasm from me and my mother each, Brianna collapsed back into one body and instructed Mom to ride me. As my mother did so, Brianna grew a cock again and fucked the larger woman in the ass. Hard. Punishing her browneye, and choking her with both hands around her throat to boot.

Mom didn't speak a word of protest. Presumably because she dared not. But I had to admit, the connection between us was strong enough that I was pretty sure that if she was panicking, desperately longing for the pain to end, I'd probably have sensed it. No, the truth was, I think no small part of my mother was enjoying the rough treatment.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Aroused. Disgusted. Ashamed that I never offered to do that for her again after the one time in the ski lodge when she'd made me promise not to. But she'd only made promise that because she knew it would make me uncomfortable. Not because she didn't enjoy it.

That much was becoming abundantly clear.

We kept that up for a while, working through a few orgasms for me and a few more for Mom. Then Brianna we gave her another DP, this time with me in Mom's ass and Brie in her vag. Brianna stepped up the rough play, smacking Mom's tits and even her face. And she wasn't smacking her lightly either.

Despite that, after a fashion, Mom started asking for more. Told Brianna to treat her like the filthy whore that she was. And the way her Libido was responding, I knew that she wasn't just saying these things for Brianna's benefit.

Part of me wanted to vomit.

But it might also have been the most aroused I'd ever been.

By the time we finished with her, Mom was pretty good and worn out. She collapsed onto the couch beside me, looking like the very physical manifestation of exhaustion.

Brianna draped herself across my lap like a child delivering her wishlist to Santa.

"Enjoying yourself, there, stud?"

"You know I am," I said.

"Yeah, I noticed. Even when I started to make your mom my bitch. Which she seemed to enjoy rather thoroughly, wouldn't you say?"

I didn't reply.

Brianna laughed. "That's okay. You don't need to admit it. It was plain enough in your face. Not to mention the soaring of your Libido. We both know the truth, that's good enough. Anyway, I hope you know that if you try any funny business while you're over there, I won't hesitate to do something you don't want me to do."

My breath caught.

The queen smiled, flashing her pearly white teeth. Then she gave me a brief peck on the lips. "Don't worry though. As long as you behave yourself, I won't hurt her. Not any more than she wants me to, at any rate."

My cock finally went soft.

Brianna laughed and reached between her legs to give my limp penis a little jerk, using just two of her fingers. "Oh, that really got a response, didn't it? You're so protective of her. It's actually really sweet. I wonder if Dom would go limp at the very idea of someone hurting me. Someone other than him. I hope so, but I'm not sure I'd bet on it."

"Please. I'll behave myself. I swear."

She continued as if she didn't hear me. "I know he cares about me. But not like.... Wait, Frank, are you in love? You know that's not how this works, right?"

"Don't be ridiculous I said," my tone flat.

"Hmm," she said, tapping a slender finger against her lips. "Awfully quick to deny it. But not overly emphatic. Doth he protest too much?"

"Some people dislike the idea of bad things happening to the people they care about, even when they're no in love with them."

"Oh, save it, buddy. I know you think I'm the Wicked Witch of Sex. But you have no idea what it's like to be me, what I've been through. None. And if you were king and you were worried that I might try to steal the throne from you, you'd do some unpleasant things too. And don't tell me you'd react the same way if I was threatening Todd."

She had me there. Probably on both counts, but certainly the latter.

"Okay, I'm closer to her than most of my family. But I'm not mistaking what we have for a real relationship. I still expect to marry someday. Have kids of my own. And I'm not going to do that with my mother."

"I should hope not," Brianna said. "Since it's all kinds of against court policy. Even I wouldn't dare cross that line." A devilish grin spread across her face. "Probably."

I forced myself to kiss her. Well, it didn't actually take all that much force of will. No matter how flaccid I might have been a moment ago, there was simply no resisting her.

"That was actually sweet," she said. "Look, I know I've been something of a bitch, and I've lied to you more than a few times. But I'm swearing to you now, on my mother's grave, if you bring me something I can really use, and I won't bother you anymore. Not anymore than I always bothered my cousin, the way a bratty princess is expected to."

I was in no position to negotiate. Iva might have been right that I couldn't believe such a promise. But she'd be wrong that there was no upside to satisfying her. I had to try, if only to keep Mom safe. "I'll do my best," I said.

#

King Silas sat atop his throne, one leg folded over his knee. Several dozen scantily clad women of every shape, size and race surrounded him.

The king himself wore a dozen different visages all simultaneously.

If I had to guess, it was only because I was male that I saw a swarm of images, all similar enough that they could be said to be the same person, but no two quite the same. Some had facial hair, some did not. Some were bulging with muscles, others were lean and cut, but not so bulky. The effect was so disconcerting, I couldn't imagine this was how women saw him. Presumably each of them saw one and only one of those images, whichever they would be expected to find the most physically appealing.

"The last time I welcomed someone from your court into my lands, she Devoured my daughter. I'm sure you know this. She is, after all, your aunt. Assuming I'm even willing to set that aside, and I'm not sure that I should, how do I know you aren't here at your Queen's behest?"

"I tried to prevent her from taking the throne. Then, after she did, I visited the former queen without permission. I was planning a coup." All of which was true.

"So why didn't she Devour you?"

"I fled before she could."

Silas nodded. Or some of him did. My head spun each time I glanced at him, trying to figure out what exactly I was seeing. "Perhaps. But I can't help thinking there's something you aren't telling me. You'll have to prove yourself before I decide whether to grant you asylum or not. The last thing I need right now is another spy lurking about."

"Of course, my liege. I would not expect otherwise."

He harrumphed by way of response.

"If I would be an undue burden, I'll seek refuge in another court."

He was silent for a time, but as the moment dragged on, I became increasingly sure that the gamble had paid off. Surely, he must have been reasoning, if I were sent as a spy, I wouldn't volunteer to seek asylum elsewhere at the first sign of reluctance on his behalf.

At last, he said, "My Shadow sometimes sleeps with her niece. This niece has an uncle, on the other side of her family, named Michael. He and this niece are even more frequently found in one another's bed. I believe she's passing information to Michael, and he to his father, who has long desired my throne."

Geez. I'd already lost track of who was who and how they knew what the king thought that they knew. What must it be like to worry about such things all day, every day?

The king continued. "My Shadow swears she has not said anything to her niece. But it never hurts to be cautious. You will go live with Michael in the mortal world as his adopted son. The one woman Michael is more in love with than his niece is his own daughter. Seduce her and find out Michael's true intentions. It should not be hard. They are but minor powers. Do this, and I will grant your request for asylum."

"Consider it done," I said.

"I will of course need to manipulate your memories, and theirs, so that you'll have been part of the family for years. But your mind will restore itself in time," he said.

I nodded. Standard fare.

Then everything went black.